I was walking down the street when I came across a woman in a white dress.

Her toes peaked out from under the long white of the dress, betraying the fact that she wore no shoes.

She had her head propped up on her hand, and she was smiling softly to herself.

I paused as I walked, looking over at her.

She looked really calm, tranquil.

Ready, I assumed, for what would be the best day of her life.

So it shocked me quite a bit when she stood up and began running.

People rushed from the church, all dressed up for a wedding, shouting after her.

A man in a tux ran after her, also shouting.

She was trying to wave down a taxi.

I, taking this all in, quickly did the most helpful thing I could think of.

I whistled, a cab stopped. The bride let out a hurried thank you as she got in, and the yellow car sped away, leaving the wedding party without her.

I continued my walk.

I don’t know exactly what happened that day, to be honest, but I got a cab for her. And that’s something, I guess.